I’m not sure why, but this essay cheered me up: All Books Have Genders. The last paragraph, in particular, is something I really needed to hear right now, as I bang my head against my keyboard and shout, “Why am I not better at this after all this time??”
I’m still learning to write this book. We’ve made some good progress, coming to understand each other a bit better, over the last few weeks, but then I have days like yesterday where I finally had to admit to myself that the scenes I was trying so heroically to save weren’t worth saving and that I needed to scrap them and fill the GAPING HOLE with something else instead.
If Neil Gaiman finds writing a convoluted process, then maybe it’s ok if I do too.
In other news: doggies make us feel better! Here’s mine.
AWWWW! That’s how she sleeps, sometimes, all folded up like an umbrella. I took her out to the dog park today and she was just so cheerful, despite the rain.
Maybe I can be, too. Back to work…
2 thoughts on “In which Neil Gaiman makes me feel better about life”
Your dog is SO ADORABLE ALL ELBOWS AND KNEES.
Love the picture of your dog sleeping! And yes, Neil Gaiman always makes me feel better…. 🙂